Rory sat at the grand dining table, staring blankly at the untouched meal before her. The silver cutlery gleamed under the chandelier's light, casting reflections on the polished surface, but the sight only deepened the knot in her stomach. She hadn't eaten all day, not since the arrest. Her thoughts were consumed with worry, guilt, and the unbearable ache of helplessness. Daniel sat across from her, silently observing, his concerned gaze tracing the dark circles under her eyes, and the tension in her shoulders."Rory," he began gently, his voice cutting through the heavy silence, placing his hand on top of hers, "you need to eat something. Please."Rory's hand trembled as she reached for her fork, but the moment she touched it, she snapped. "How can you expect me to eat when they're in prison, Daniel?" Her voice cracked, laced with frustration and desperation. "Nate, and Dr. Harvey—they're locked up like criminals, and we don't even know if they've been fed, or if the food is even sa
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